Poems by Noah Kozicki

ladders

i am beginning to look at the stars heavenward ascended haze which fell and now i find hard pressed beneath the pavements face

and its a private glory to know the quiet story and look to where their backs are bare

the ladder set half-shaking a leg slowly eaten through the collapse of the return to cloudless sky and blue

these model moments stay in our heads and in our ways loving you with my body staring again that sacred gaze

and each profane moment between with blue light and time shot doesnt have a thing to mean no space in us do we allot

churn under the sun the field under the sun yourself sweat in the rows the dirt the yield more glory than heaven sent

more glory than what god gives divine behind the tapestry weaved between your eyelids the ladder out of anomie sonic annihilation, attention subversion swimming in internet streams of coercion so you dont drown in the stream of consciousness youre facing now

streams streams streams livestreams internet, consciousness, and glacier dreams the hurricanes wake the streams from their bed while you let pretty streams play in your head

streaming

inundated with streams of sound i cant seem to turn my mind down cause this one goes to eleven but blue light works suppression

not enough room in the back of my mind try i might, find it in my eyes blue light dance on blue iris enough sound and i might find silence

Poems by Noah Kozicki

sonic annihilation, attention subversion swimming in internet streams of coercion so i dont drown in the stream of consciousness im facing now

its the same as everything else vice-like when it comes to health but theres so much danger in thinking when empires and coastlines are sinking

well the more and more things change pretty blue lights stay the same always there for you at the end of the day warms the bed for you where nobody lays

Illustration by Emily Bray

picture yourself a moth picture yourself a lamp picture yourself a goth dancing a tiktok dance picture yourself a moth picture yourself a flame worship is attention and your gods are vain come to punish you with the flood in your brain chemicals firing in diminishing returns like decreased concern with floods and burns

capitalist realism

she always dresses so cool dont know how she does it im wearing a hoodie from high school smothered in paint and patience

i am waiting for nothing but it always gets postponed thought i might see something at least, a way home

looks like everyones lookin back with nothing real to find nostalgia can be the blackest black a cruel way to waste your time

always recycling the past now delaying futures where we drown anterograde amnesiac old memories for the new we lack

atomic age and atomization find your creed make relations always someone to praise your opinions never change grow or give in

hey its really okay we're all deluded anyway but to live you gotta pretend a leap of faith that this aint the end just the start of something wonderful with all the good so goes the terrible beauty will go alongside sickness war crimes will die with hot sex

its all relative anyway thats what the hippie girls say so im gonna start listenin nose ring of authority glistenin

no mother will cry for her childs death no addict will try again for heavens crest no one in hospice or dying alone we're all going together, coming home

im digging a mass grave and hosting a party id be glad if you came its just about starting